[The finger wiggle does, in fact, get a laugh out of him. A harsh startled burst of a laugh that gets choked off into something closer to a sob because that fucking hurts.
He's still trying to catch his breath from the laugh when Izunia suddenly shrinks, smaller and more compact and at least closer to human sized. The startled, shocked response that his brain immediately goes to is just far too much effort for his damaged body and he ends up just staring at the redhead for a long moment.
It takes some time for his mind to sort out what he's looking at, exactly. He's plenty familiar with octopus, has hunted them before, a favored Galahdian delicacy and the traditional source of ink for the scattered tattoos that mark his body.
But once he realizes exactly what's going on, not so much that he's part fucking fish, but that he's panicking, Nyx tries to move. He can't manage much but he does at least stretch his legs out,an offer of contact but not forcing it on him. He's seen it go both ways. Libertus for example would grip his shoulder until it bruised, hold on and try to make a joke of it later. He, himself, tended to retaliate with a face full of flames.]
You're right. [Talking hurts but it's something he might be able to focus on, to bring him back to the present so Nyx does, just blathers on about whatever pops into his head.] Not gonna bleed out but fuck if it doesn't feel like it. Might still puke on you, sorry. Metal'd be easier to clean, at least. Though I guess the fishy bits would clean up well enough?
Why do you have tentacles?
No, never mind I don't want to know. Mmm I miss getting good octopus, man. Even the few Galahdian food stands never had anything like real octopus. Damn wall.
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He's still trying to catch his breath from the laugh when Izunia suddenly shrinks, smaller and more compact and at least closer to human sized. The startled, shocked response that his brain immediately goes to is just far too much effort for his damaged body and he ends up just staring at the redhead for a long moment.
It takes some time for his mind to sort out what he's looking at, exactly. He's plenty familiar with octopus, has hunted them before, a favored Galahdian delicacy and the traditional source of ink for the scattered tattoos that mark his body.
But once he realizes exactly what's going on, not so much that he's part fucking fish, but that he's panicking, Nyx tries to move. He can't manage much but he does at least stretch his legs out,an offer of contact but not forcing it on him. He's seen it go both ways. Libertus for example would grip his shoulder until it bruised, hold on and try to make a joke of it later. He, himself, tended to retaliate with a face full of flames.]
You're right. [Talking hurts but it's something he might be able to focus on, to bring him back to the present so Nyx does, just blathers on about whatever pops into his head.] Not gonna bleed out but fuck if it doesn't feel like it. Might still puke on you, sorry. Metal'd be easier to clean, at least. Though I guess the fishy bits would clean up well enough?
Why do you have tentacles?
No, never mind I don't want to know. Mmm I miss getting good octopus, man. Even the few Galahdian food stands never had anything like real octopus. Damn wall.